Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.